Cold black eyes, as dark as Nyx herself, gleam in the darkness. Two blue rings float in them, slits of stunted fear frozen in time. Steam rises from below the floating orbs as they blink slowly, like those of a fearless viper. "What's wrong young traveler?" An icy voice hisses. "have thy lost yer light to the darkness about ye?" A cackle fills your thoughts and a shiver breaks over your spine. "Come now," The voice hisses, the orbs swiping away, replaced with the glint of beautiful green scales. "let me show you something, something of long descent. If you do not leave, do not run, I will let you live another day. But you must promise never to alert my brethren of were I lurk, for he will have my head in two."
A young traveler lurks behind a strange being, shrouded in the shadows of the thousands of scales. "Light your torch, let me read the story to you," The being hisses, handing the traveler a piece of obsidian to light the wooden torch. The traveler strikes the obsidian against his torch and golden light filled the cavern. To the left, a large pool lapped lazily against the rocky shore, not stretching more than a mere 30, about 40 feet in both width and length. The walls were covered in stringy moss and paw painted story's with pictograph's. Before the torch stood a large snake looking sima. His eyes were the floating orbs, and the condensation on his scale's were the steam swirling to the cavern roof. He looked very young, about 21 at the least and 27 at the most. "You have mighty good ears," The sima hissed, a grin crossing over his face. To large fangs protruded over his lip, contrasting over the other pearly whites, making them seem dull and unimportant. A flash of pink flickered from in between two teeth. A snake like tongue with orange saliva dripping from it. The traveler focused his eyes against the floor, repulse flooding through the systems of nerves inside him. "No need to be afraid," The sima reassured in a calmer, more docile tone. "I will not eat your heart dear lad, not if you listen to the story you are told..."
"Many moons ago, me and my brethren wrestled playfully up top a large mountain, shrouded by the reassuring light of the flames of the golden sun. I thought I was his right hand man, I thought I was his sheriff, and he was the cowboy. I was much younger than he, many many years, now that I recall it, it is 5. Yes, a mere five years. Anyway's, let me continue....
We were wrestling, I was the bandit, and he the robber. I was from the south, and he the north. We laughed as we neared the cliff's edge and he pinned me down with his strong front legs. His eyes met mine and we both smirked devilishly. I bucked him of with my hind legs and I raced off. Of course, after he regained the breath I knocked from his golden lungs, he bounded after me. I dove into the creek, but we enjoyed calling it Deievera's kingdom, and I, I was Deievera. He skirted to a halt, watching my scales as the reflected the water beautifully. I lifted my head from the water and smiled at him. The sun glowed against his flame like coat, it bristled in the breeze gently, looking like the beautiful mane of a king, royalty. "What's wrong?" Spoke he with great benevolence, "is the snake afraid of the bird?" That enraged me, and it still does to this day. Thoughts of horrible things poured into my mind as rage dwindled in my heart. Suddenly, it boiled over and I snapped. In a quick snap of two claws, I burst from my domain and crashed down upon my brethren. I tore at him with my teeth and claws like a mad man, shouting words of hate and fear of myself. He wailed in pain, "I was just pulling your hide!" He pleaded, as if I would listen then.
Suddenly, a strong paw took me by the scales of my neck and tore me away from my brethren. I thrashed at the air around me, trying to get my captor. "Cut it out, you are acting like a child." My brethren clattered to his paws, scarlet blood leaked from his wounds as his eyes filled with something I wouldn't understand until years to come. "Golletteoa, wh-" "No need for talk Brethren." brethren. That was my brethren. Golletteoa set me down and placed his large paw against my back, forcing me to stay down. "What were you doing?" You must realize, the three of us were children, and Golletteoa was no older than Brethren. But he acted so much older, so controlled and calm.
"I said something I should not have said to Deievera, and I ticked him off, excuse my behavior Golletteoa," my brethren admitted. It was always like him to admit the truth, he never lied about his actions, which constantly was not helping him anymore than he needed. Golletteoa snorted, taking his paw from my back. "Very well robber, I see the bandit has terrorized you well. But, I the king of this humble rock," He kicked a small rock towards my brethren, a joking smile tugging at his lips. " declare you as thy new deputy."
From that point on, Golletteoa had practically stolen my brethren. They hung out upon the mountain every morning and afternoon, and during the night hours I would waddle over to my brother and playfully tug upon his paw. I never talked back then, I was a silent bird in a cicada's nest. I would always get the same response from my boisterous brethren though, "Not today Deievera, maybe tomorrow." And tomorrow I awaited. Then the next. Than the next.
The years flew by so slowly, it felt as though my entire life was being lived in a single hour of a single day. My exuberant personality became dull and rigid, and my temper grew as my brother continuously rejected my request's. Golletteoa and Brethren became very close, to close for my comfort. And one day, it grew to much for my soiled mind to stand...."
Deievera watched Golleteoa and Brethren with hate filled eyes. His eye whites had grown dark from lying under a hanging rock for days, weeks, even month's on end as he waited for Brethren to finally notice him. His bright blue had grown gloomy and lost their emerald glow.
He got to his paws once the sun fell beneath the tree's. Golleteoa and Brethren stood in the center of the mountain cliff, talking to each other with the occasional laugh. Then, Brethren leaned closer to Golleteoa and kissed him softly on the lips. Enraged and broken, Deievera tore from the darkness and bellowed a loud, terrifying cry. "THAT'S MY BRETHREN!" He crashed into Golleteoa's side and sent him careening off the cliff. "No!" Brethren cried, rushing to the cliff's edge. His head snapped towards Deievera, a look of hatred and sadness boiling over his face. "YOU!" He yelled, but Deievera had already slunk away into the darkness.
